Weekends are generally the most active season for current chargers.

In the African savannah, the rainy season has once again arrived, and the animals have begun a new round of breeding activities. They dress themselves up in a faux show, with men showing off their abilities and women selecting outstanding members of the opposite sex next to them. Mating begins after a good mate is selected.

- So in the end, the laws of life of such creatures are no different from those of the Zoocene. Most of their weekend trips are for this kind of problem. Looking at the boys and girls on the streets, especially those who looked about the same age as me, but wanted to smash a vat of famous brands and cosmetics on their money shelves, I couldn't help but burst out of my chest with a deep and dignified killing intent. I really want to throw all this waste of time and life into the crematorium one by one.

Isn't it? Many times when I go out for a walk alone, and when I see a group of humanoid animals hugging flowers and branches, I believe that everyone will deeply regret that they can't rub the big fireball, right? Can I apply to Earth OL?

I want to apply for a spell macro, calm and relaxed, big fireball big fireball big fireball big fireball big fireball, simple and easy to understand.

Sitting in a chair at the station, I couldn't help but sigh deeply as I looked at the time read by the mechanical watch on my wrist.

Nine forty-five minutes.

It's really my delusion to be able to take the person who makes the reservation for a polite guy.

"It's so hot......"

Pulling down the sunglasses on my head, I began to close my eyes and recuperate.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the appointment time said this. But in fact, I was quarreled by Komachi's phone at eight o'clock, and I was forced to wash up in the shortest possible time and come here an hour earlier to wait for someone.

If you are a gentleman, you will definitely wait for someone in advance! Komachi said this as a matter of course on the phone.

I really wanted to say a word about where your brother is a gentleman, but before I could refute it, I subconsciously got dressed and went out. I didn't even bark under the snow at the opposite door, and I came to this station alone in a school uniform. Because of the school uniform, I can even feel the dazzling gaze of the group of presenters, like an invisible blade piercing my heart.

Ah, it's so painful, should I go back? I'm sitting here by myself like a poor man who has been dumped. And if the first one to come is the dead fat man of the timber seat, I'd rather pretend I don't know, it's too embarrassing.

I can't help but think so.

If you have a good memory, you will remember this, right? I received a commission as a member of the Ministry of Ministry.

That's the legendary work review meeting. To use a more high-end word, it is the newcomer award. It was a search for diamonds by editors and veteran writers in free sludge mills. Every sludge producer thinks his product is a diamond and does his best to sell his rags. And the editors and the old writers are just going to break away from those people and get rid of the real treasures.

The so-called newcomer reward is just such a thing. The new authors are agricultural products, and the editors and veteran authors are housewives, picking and choosing among the stinky fish and shrimp, and choosing some good things to take away. To put it bluntly, that's just it.

A lot of things just need to change the name and make it feel high-end, right?

For example, turning a janitor into a security engineer and a programmer ape into an information architecture master will bring high morale.

Despicable to me, these capitalists. As long as they rely on some advantages in means and information, these unearned guys occupy the top of the world, squeezing the fruits of the labor of the working people like vampires, so that the people who really work and beautify this world are not fed and clothed, and this world really needs red to save.

"The guy over there, his eyes are rotten."

"Now you can feel the eyes even when your eyes are closed?"

It was as if someone had turned on the air conditioner, and a cold breath came to me, blocking out the dazzling light. I pulled on my sunglasses and squinted at the beautiful girl with long black hair blocking the sun.

Snow under the snow, the head of the Ministry of Service, a proud black long straight beautiful girl with elegance and a cold atmosphere like Mount Fuji. She rarely wears casual clothes, and now she wears a pale white dress, with long black hair scattered behind her head, and her whole person is like a character coming out of the picture. I could even hear the riots of the people behind me.

The envious gaze of the boys, the jealous gaze of the girls, and the men and women waiting for the train in the station focused their eyes almost instantly. Then, as if victorious somewhere, I saw the face smiling at me under the snow.

Hey, this guy's personality is really twisted to the point that he can't do it. Do you take it for granted that you're cute?

But it's really cute.

"Isn't there even compulsory education to correct your distorted personality? Even I'm starting to feel less confident about saving your life. ”

"Whose life needs your salvation? Who? You think you're unscrupulous when you look cute, you're twisted enough, right? ”

I couldn't help but subconsciously reply with a reply.

"Of course. Because I'm just cute, everyone likes me. ”

“…… I said you're really hopeless. Don't think that if you look cute, everyone will follow your heart. ”

"Ah, really? But that's exactly what it looks like so far. ”

The beautiful girl with a bad personality shrugged her shoulders and sat down directly next to me.

Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that she's beautiful, I might have just punched her. Of course, the reason why I can't punch me right now is not because she's beautiful, but because this guy is a strong Aikido master.

But if I think about it another way, if she wasn't so beautiful, she wouldn't have practiced Aikido, so I could have punched it, right? But in the same way, she didn't have the confidence to say this. In other words, no matter how you think about it, it is an unsolvable proposition.

It seems that he is still a cautious figure under the snow, so I underestimate this guy.

"Speaking of which, what about Yubihama-san?"

While I was thinking nonsense, she suddenly said to me.

"Did you scare Yubihama-san away?"

"Hey, hey, there's a limit to what you can talk about, she didn't come."

"The time hasn't come yet?"

"Won't you call and ask yourself?"

"Ahh Yes. ”

As if he had learned this method for the first time, he suddenly knocked on his hand under the snow and found his mobile phone from his satchel. Almost as soon as she touched it, my phones and I vibrated at the same time, and we received a text message from Yui Yubihama.

'I'm too excited so I'm sleeping too late.,Eh hehe~(ゝ??)

I'm sorry to keep Xiaoqi and Yukino-chan waiting for a long time, right? I'm so sorry, can you wait for me a little longer??? (?д`?)

As compensation, I'll give out the snack money for the three of us today! (crying)

What exactly are you going to play? Looking forward to it~'

“……”

She seems to have forgotten what we were up for in the first place, right?

Looking at this short message full of emojis, I looked at the snow below. And almost at the same time, the loud and neutral voice of the timber seat also sounded faintly from outside the station.

"The promise of a thousand years has finally come! My teacher Hachiman! Let's crush those weaklings to the slag! ”

Glancing at the dead fat man outside the door, I turned to look at my companion sitting beside me.

"Twenty, can I go back?"

"Whatever you want."